A Poem

RAM · Post by **RAM** » Wed Feb 18, 2009 2:36 pm

The car should know how to get there on its own, but I don't trust it.
I steer it left off of Highway 100, then down around the curves on South Harpeth Road to Rick's place on the river.

On the way (almost exactly two miles down the road) I always slow down to let that deer cross.
There isn't one of those signs there, but there should be.
How many times have we barely missed each other?
Somehow he knows I am on the way and waits to play a game of chicken.
So far I have won every game (but I cheat by slowing down).

There are no wild turkeys in the field by Rick's place today.
They may be down on the river and when I round the willows by their gravel bar
they will take flight and make me do the same momentarily.
Always amazes me how birds that awkward looking (like buzzards) can fly so well.

Some days are more about things other than fishing-
How a deer knows I am on the way.
How a bird that awkward looking can fly so well.
How the water flows by rocks making eddies that hide memories of bass once caught there
even though they may now be there today.

Few endeavors give you chances to feel you haven't wasted your time when things don't work out like you expected.
At least I missed that deer again, and a real bass may be in that eddy today.
Bad Bob

Post by **john elder** » Wed Feb 18, 2009 2:55 pm

clapclapclapclapclap...beautiful prose, BB...
..keep em coming

Deke

(Just had to come back and clean things up...just too good!)

Post by **Brian F.** » Wed Feb 18, 2009 3:34 pm

cool-thumb BB

Don Champion · Post by **Don Champion** » Thu Feb 26, 2009 5:16 pm

The following is a poem from a periodical I recently received. This is for my fellow ORCAn's who live in the northern climes.

It's winter in Minnesota
And the gentle breezes blow
Seventy miles an hour
At twenty-five below

Oh, how I love Minnesota
When the snow's up to your butt
You take a breath of winter
And your nose gets frozen shut

Yes, the weather here is wonderful
So I guess I'll hang around
I could never leave Minnesota
'Cause I'm frozen to the ground

RAM · Post by **RAM** » Sat Feb 28, 2009 9:33 am

Don-Young Guy is even getting tired of winter-and he sits on a bucket in zero weather by a hole in ice waitng for a walleye to swim by, asking his buddy to tell him when they start having fun. Even here in Nashville the call is for snow tonight.
By the way, the record snowfall in Nashville (1893) was 21 inches on St. Patricks Day! As Yogi says: "It ain't over 'till its over!"
Bad Bob

ReelMan1988 · Post by **ReelMan1988** » Sat Feb 28, 2009 4:09 pm

I always though Rocky Said that "Ain't over till it's over"

As said in every ROCKY movie.

RAM · Post by **RAM** » Sun Mar 01, 2009 11:08 am

If Yogi didn't say it he should have. My favorite Berraism: "I always go to funerals. If you don't go to theirs, they won't come to yours."

Another good one: "The future ain't what it used to be!"
BB